January 29, 2008
I have been having this constant fear of Sundays since I can remember, it haunts me even today.
This is not fear of getting back to the routine mon-fri schedule (I do like what I do), but the lack of maturity to handle a wasteful Sunday. I sometimes wish that Saturday night’s sleep woke me to Monday morning (~Anukokunda oka roju?), or that Sunday was a working day. The phobia kicks in at about 3/4pm every Sunday, peaks during the 6-7pm interval and wades by 9/10pm. What is it, why does it come, what happens during those hours, I have no idea.. life just comes to a stand still. I am a walking zombie not able to comprehend whats happening, what to do. I have tried activities to keep myself busy but the disease has grown past me.
I was under the impression that it was just me unable to cope up with a sudden break from a scheduled routine, but last week I found that it is widespread. Phew! what a relief.
If you show any of the above signs, then all I can say is: welcome to the “I hate Sundays” club.